Smells Like Teenage Spirit

| Related | April 14, 2014

(I was born with anosmia, which means I can’t smell anything. It’s a blessing at times, but also a major hindrance. So, to compensate, you learn to adjust how you handle situations and to trust others to be your canary.)

Me: “Son, you need to go take a shower.”

Son: “Why?”

Me: “Because you stink.”

Son: “How do you know? You can’t smell anything.”

Me: “Because of several things. First, you are a thirteen-year-old boy, which is reason enough right there according to your mother. Second, your last shower was 25 hours ago, well beyond any deodorant’s power. Third, you had track practice this afternoon. You stink. Go take a shower.”

Son: “Ugh… fine.”

Me: “As a reminder: since you’ve caught on to my checking the wetness of the towel and the state that you’ve left the bathroom in, I will double check that you really have taken a shower by having your mom smell you. If you don’t pass, you will have to shower again.”

Son: “It just isn’t fair.”

Me: “No, it isn’t. Your mother doesn’t like smelling you and gets on to me for not getting on to you about showering, as if I can tell if you stink or not.”

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